Facing Demons

Posted: July 4, 2014 in Poetry
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When does it begin and when end

we decide upon a path and realize

partway through the fun

we have had too much sun

Time to seek shelter

and run fast, or be over-run

with the sentiment of reality’s turn

when we finally our lives over turn

the senseless battery of our selfish needs

the discovery of something we didn’t heed

when all the playful banter

becomes the underlying rant.

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